Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I wonder how much space there really is inside of there

This one apartment I had in college was tiny and cold.
It was the basement of a house.
Above me lived a slutty Icelandic woman and above her lived a lesbian filmmaker.
The sounds that came from the house were like songs.
I was choosing my days at random then.
Like a spinner.
I had a lot of melancholy in that apartment that year.
I lived on Virgina Woolf and seedy bars.
It's funny because I just didn't know that right around the corner was bliss for me.
I stepped out of that apartment and into adventures like storybooks.

But sometimes when it's cold outside
when I live in houses that have old windows
windows that seem to puff cold air at me
I think about that apartment
or perhaps about that time

And I think of those other women
who breathed in and out in that same space.
And I wonder who they are now.
I have so much space in my mind.

I can't remember anything real.
but I can't forget all the people.

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180|360 said...

So beautiful! I love that picture, too.

Kate Coveny Hood said...

It's funny - but whenever I comment here, I feel like I'm a teenager again. Back when every thought really mattered. At least to me. I love how you make me want to "think" when everyone else is telling me to "do."

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susiej said...

I totally am with you behind those windows... in that world.

Anonymous said...

This, you, so lovely. It makes me want to go and write.


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